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400 pages, ebook
First published June 26, 2012
But Isabel knows better and I completely agree with her assessment that “there was a volcano somewhere under that granite shell. And if it ever blew, she wanted to be there to witness the explosion.”
And what a magnificent explosion it was! Riveting in its sensuality, powerful in its sexual draw, heart wrenching as it pulled you into the tenderness of emotion, sweltering in the burning heat of a need that could no longer be denied. His utter seductiveness is palpable!
… “I live and work in the bleakest part of London, my lady. Here people beg steal, and prostitute themselves, trying to obtain the most basic human needs: food, water, shelter, and clothing. They have no time to lift their heads up from their toil, no time to live as human beings, graced with God’s gifts of laughter and love....That is what St. Giles is. That is what I live in.”
...I want them to care just as much about a poor child as they do a gentleman. I want them to make sure every child is fed and clothed and housed. I want them to see that London cannot continue this way with people dying in the gutter.”
Isabel glanced up for a moment and froze. His chest was delineated with lean muscles, his nipples brown against his pale skin, with black curling hair spreading between. His belly was hard and ridged, his navel entirely obscured by that same black, curling hair.
She blinked. She had seen a man-men, actually- naked, true, but Edmund had been in his sixth decade when he’d died and had certainly never looked like this.
Isabel swallowed and untied the garment, a little surprised by the tremble of her fingers, and drew them down his legs. His genitals were revealed, his cock thick and long, even at rest, his bollocks heavy. “Well,” Mrs. Butterman said, “he certainly seems healthy enough there.”
“Wear your social mask at your balls and parties and when you visit your friends out there, but when we are alone, just the two of us in here, promise me this: that you’ll show me only your true face, no matter how ugly you might think it. That’s our true intimacy, not sex, but the ability to be ourselves when we are together.”
Forever wasn't for them.After a bit of a lackluster start, Ms. Hoyt managed to tie all the threads of Thief of Shadows together and pull off another incredible installment in the Maiden Lane series!!
He was so stiff, so utterly self-contained. Perhaps he simply had no emotions to restrain.But once the story got rolling and Isabel and Winter relaxed into their characters, I started to enjoy this one more and more. These two bantered back and forth constantly, bathing themselves in innuendo.
"Do be careful, Mr. Makepeace. Complicated maneuvers such as the one you just tried are better left to those more experienced."To my delight, the second half really gained momentum until, by 70%, enjoyable had somehow become completely swoon-worthy. Surprise: an epic love story!
"Ah, but, Lady Bekinhall," he said as the corners of his mouth twitched, "I hope under your tutelage to be experienced quite soon."
He'd felt her, felt the world around him, and at the same time knew that they were the very center, just the two of them.~Sigh~
"Precious Isabel," he whispered. "You made a deal with your heart, your soul, and your body, and you sealed it with the wash of your climax on my cock."Loved it! On to book 5!
“But you must be awash in a sea of compliments, my lady. Every gentleman you meet must voice his admiration, his wish to make love to you. And those are only the ones who may voice such thoughts. All about you are men who cannot speak their admiration, who must remain mute from lack of social standing or fear of offending you. Only their thoughts light the air about you, following you like a trail of perfume, heady but invisible.
”She was tired of waiting for him to acknowledge who he was. Tired of donning a false mask of gaiety when she was so much more—felt so much more—beneath. No one had ever noticed her mask. No one but him. If he couldn’t or wouldn’t make the first move, then damn it, she would.”
“She threw one leg over his and straddled his lap, then reached under herself and found him again.
He tore his mouth from hers. “Wait.”
“No.” She looked him frankly in the eyes. “I don’t care if you spill at once. I need you inside me now.”
His beautiful eyes widened and then narrowed. “You’ll not always hold the reins, my lady.”
She smiled sweetly. “Naturally not, but I do now.”
He talked to her as if she mattered.
And considering it now, she realized no one had ever been curious about her, Isabel the woman. She had been wife and daughter, lover and witty society lady. But no one had ever looked beneath those masks to find out what the woman who wore them really thought.
Was it so terrible to want to be closer to a man who saw her as a person?
"But you must be awash in a sea of compliments, my lady," Winter said. "Every gentleman you meet must voice his admiration, his wish to make love to you. And those are only the ones who may voice such thoughts. All about you are men who cannot speak their admiration, who must remain mute from lack of social standing or fear of offending you. Only their thoughts light the air about you, following you like a trail of perfume, heady but invisible."
She bit her lip. “Could you….stroke?”
“Like this?”
She inhaled. “Softer.”
“This?”
She laughed, but the sound was frustrated. He was too high, hadn’t quite found the right place. Perhaps she should--
“Isabel,” he suddenly breathed in her ear. “I have all night. Surely by dawn I can learn this. Please show me.”
Well, that was quite frank. And oddly, he didn’t sound as if his male pride was hurt. He merely sounded...curious.
She slowly reached out and ran a finger down the length of the deformed nose of his mask. “Who are you?”
His beautiful mouth twisted. “Whoever you wish me to be.”
She laughed then, a little breathlessly. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, sir.”
“I never do,” his words whispered across her senses.
I’ve been looking forward to Winter Makepeace’s book since the first book where we found out that he is the Ghost of St. Giles. And I must say I was not disappointed by him.
Winter lives for his work at his family’s foundling home, and for his nightly pursuit of protection and justice for those who aren’t able to fight for themselves. He doesn’t have time for flirting with women. Especially not Lady Isabel Beckinhall who is always provoking him.
Lady Isabel Beckinhall loves challenges, which is why when she came across the beaten and wounded Ghost of St. Giles, she can’t resist helping him, and maybe finding out more about him. And intrigued she was by their banter, and this gorgeous body. Then there is the dour manager, Winter, who she just can’t figure out, no matter how hard she pokes at him to reveal his feelings. And now she has been elected to be his social tutor, to teach him social etiquette, otherwise he might just be replaced as the manager of the foundling home. And the more time she spends with him, the more he reminds her of someone, and the more she realises that there is a lot more to Winter Makepeace than she originally thought.
Winter was definitely my favorite part of this book. He comes across as so serious, which he is, but there is so much depth to his character. The way he cares for the little orphan children he rescues and looks after, just made me fall in love with him. And the fact that for once we had a hero who was not a rake
“We might come from terribly divergent backgrounds, Mr. Makepeace,” she murmured. “But I do assure you I can recognize one as lonely as I.”
Honestly, Winter’s character was so amazing that Isabel paled in comparison to him. I had a hard time liking her, perhaps because she came across as shallow with all her flirting and not understanding why Winter was so serious all the time. But like Winter she hides her true self, and the face she showed to the world was not who she really was. She was sexually very aggressive and not shy at all, which I did like, and I liked that she was the one who made the first move between them.
He wanted to touch her more than he wanted his next breath. More than he’d wanted food when he’d been his hungriest. More than he’d wanted water when he’d been his thirstiest. She was a craving under his skin so great that even now he felt his body actually canting toward her. He wanted to take her, to consummate this hunger within himself. Bury his flesh inside hers and conquer her as primitively as any Viking savage.
The bantering between Winter and Isabel was a lot of fun, and I really enjoyed their chemistry. The romance was slow building, but very intense, and I loved how once Winter decided that Isabel was the woman for him, he pursued her relentlessly despite her reluctance in admitting how she really felt about him.
“Don’t you see? You brought me into the daylight. You’ve embraced parts of me that I was never able to let see light. Don’t make me retreat again into the night.”
This was a great addition to a wonderful series, and a must read.